Being a Koi in a Survival Game

  Chapter 8 Sailing Carnival 8

  A large bowl of white fish fillets was sucked into his mouth, and occasionally one or two of these fish fillets were bloodshot.

   "What are you looking at?" Fu Dafu glanced at her, "I've said it all, if you don't clean it up, you won't have anything to eat."

  Fu Anan didn't even want to talk to him. Turning his head to look at the door, he looked at the crew members who came out of the restaurant in twos and threes, only the porridge bucket that was about to bottom out was left in the restaurant.

   "Aunt Li."

"Um?"

   "The porridge is gone, let's eat something else. Don't eat fish these days, it's not good to eat too much fish."

   "What are you talking about?" Aunt Li looked at Fu Anan inexplicably, watching her take off her apron and walk all the way to the captain's room.

   "Captain, I want to ask for leave." Fu Anan entered the captain's room and said directly, "I am infected, and I voluntarily apply for isolation."

She didn't know if the biggest threat to this so-called game came from these suddenly berserk, zombie-like Doctor Song, Master Zhu, and Brother Li, and she wasn't sure whether their blood would affect the fish in the sea. Class, and then very unlucky to be salvaged.

  Looking at it now, isolating alone is the best way she thinks to avoid danger.

  According to the experience gained from taking care of Brother Li and Master Zhu, most of them only took two days to get sick.

  I hope the crew members who eat fish after three days are all right and all is well.

  Fu Anan frowned tightly. She didn't like this kind of game where the rules were not clearly explained and the danger needed to be predicted by guessing.

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  Since it is necessary to isolate, it is natural to prepare things for isolation.

  Fu Anan didn't intend to expose her own space, so she specially pushed a dining car into the kitchen and began to pack the food and water she needed for these three days.

  Since Master Zhu was bitten, that very good-looking and cold chef has become the leader in the kitchen.

  Although the carving is not very good, the taste of cooking is still very good.

   Fu Anan looked at the prepared food on the table, and took some meals to the car, as well as some quick-frozen food in the freezer.

   There is a small refrigerator in the room, and she brought an electric cooker, which is enough for one person.

perfect match.

   "Don't you bring some fish? Today's pan-fried salmon is very good."

This very good-looking, but so cold cook, who had only exchanged a word or two with her during the five or six days of working together, unexpectedly came over, picked up a plate of salmon with both appearance and aroma, and put it on the table. On Fu Anan's dining car, "I heard that you were injured and infected, are you okay?"

   "It's good to rest for a few days." Fu Anan nodded, feeling flattered for a while.

   But forget about this fish.

   "The blood that flowed down that day poured directly into the sea water. If the blood was eaten by fish, would it indirectly infect the people who ate the fish?"

  If it is a crisis such as an infectious disease or zombies, then normal people are at least teammates at the moment. Fu Anan doesn't feel that such important information needs to be concealed.

"Is that why you don't want to drink fish porridge this morning?" Hearing this, the good-looking Master Fu smiled, "Do you know the speed of the return freighter? Thirty-seven kilometers per hour. Even those who are polluted by blood No matter how fast the fish swim, it is impossible to catch up with our freighter and then be caught by our fishing nets.

  Have you ever been to sea? Why don't you have any common sense? "

  Fu Anan: …

   Bai was worried and was laughed at.

   She doesn’t have this bit of common sense, but it’s really because this is her first time on a boat.

   Fu Anan glanced at him, "Let me go."